The Yule Log RPG

[Undómë]

Goody gave Andwise a long, considering look. The Yule had brought such a mix of peoples, of creatures, really, to the Green Man this year. She wondered what fates had conspired to make it so.

‘For one who does not follow the old ways as we do here, you are a most respectful fellow.’ Goody shifted uneasily on her chair. Despite the warmth of the fire, she had a chill within that could not be touched. It made her old bones ache; her face pale, though the heat bathed her cheeks. ‘’Twill most like be my last Yule to see done,’ she thought to herself. ‘Best I see it through most full’s I can.’

Her gaze turned back to the Halfling. ‘Aye, lad. I think they’ll help as is in their power.' Goody half closed her eyes and sang a little song she'd learned as a girl.

Now thankéd be the great Green Man
He who walked ‘fore we began
Hunter, stag , reaper, sower
Blood that flows through leaf and flower
Shelter us from future strife,
And grant us glad and healthy life.

'There’s some evil, though, as throws its shadow from before the Green Man’s time. Be needing something like to match it.’ She flicked her eyes to where the two tall men were now sitting, speaking quietly to each other.

‘Now what was it you had in mind, Master Andwise?’ she asked turning back to him. ‘Sharpened shafts of wood from the Yule log I heard you say. Powerful they'd be. But how do you plan to use them?’